Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2004 20:14:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: rocky simpson
Subject: The Day After Tomorrow
DISCLAIMER: The following story is fiction and does
not necessarily represent the sexuality of actors or
characters involved. The author has no knowledge of
the actors' sexuality and this is purely a work of
fiction.
The Day After Tomorrow
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By: Rocky
"Has anyone ever told you, you have the most amazing
blue eyes?" Dennis muttered.
Jake looked up, flattered but remained modest as he
met the eyes of his lover. God, Dennis Quaid was
handsome. Scrungy brown hair, shades of gray echoing
throughout. His soft, petulant lips were surrounded by
an unshaven mess. And his voice, lord, his voice had
the most resounding sexiness Jake had ever heard.
Of course, Jake was nothing to kick out of bed. Jake
Gyllenhaal was his name, and God was he tired of
people pronouncing it wrong. I mean, if he can get
their name right, why can't they get his? Nevermind,
I'm getting off topic. Like his older lover, he to had
shaggy brown hair, but his was more well kept as he
brushed it to the side of his deep brown eyes. His
eyes were easily his best feature, as each offered
their own gateway into his mysterious soul. He and
Dennis both had hairy bodies, with Jake's hair
sparcely spread about his chest.
"Yes, you told me that on our...4th date, I believe."
Jake responded, chuckling.
"Ahh, yes. The things I'll say to get into someone's
pants." Dennis laughed.
"Asshole." Jake laughed.
"Happy 1st Anniversary, babe." Dennis said.
Their wine glasses met in midair, as both slowly
slipped champagne to commemorate the event. Jake
licked some off his lower lip, as he stared intently
into Dennis' eyes. Their heads moved closer, as
Dennis' hand grasped the soft brown hair of Jake. Soft
lips met soft lips, and mouths entagled in endless
passion. Their tongues darted in and out of
eachother's mouths, as if exploring one's face for the
first time. Dennis unbuttoned Jake's shirt, exposing
the bare chest of the young boy. The older man kissed
Jake's nipple, using his teeth to turn the boy on.
"Screw foreplay, put it in me, man." Jake demanded.
"You little slut." Dennis laughed.
Jake flopped on the bed, stomach to the mattress.
Dennis straddled his back, burly chest revealed. He
grabbed some baby oil from the night table, and
squeezed some into his hand. Slowly he massaged Jake's
shoulders, as he inched his hands down to the small of
his back. He grabbed the waistband of Jake's black
boxer-briefs, and pulled them down as he smacked
Jake's pale, chiseled ass. Dennis lowered his white
briefs as his 9 inch monster became completely erect.
"God, lube up my hole man, I can't take much more."
Jake gasped.
Dennis ripped open a condom with his teeth as he
poured some more baby oil into Jake's aching hole. His
hole opened to accept the lube, and Dennis wiggled a
finger in to spread it about. His cock head was placed
at Jake's rectum, and suddenly he thrust into the
awaiting asshole. Shreiks of horror flashed across
Jake's face, and tears welled in the corner of his eye
as Dennis inched deeper inside him. With each thrust,
the pain lessened and the pleasure enhanced. Soon,
Jake was acting as if the dick inside him had filled
some deep, aching void. Dennis slapped the hell out of
Jake's ass as he rode him like a triple-crown jockey.
In and out, harder and harder, Dennis pushed his
throbing meat into the tight hole of the submissive
boy. Pulling on Jake's bangs, Dennis felt a tightness
in his body as he reached his climax. His juicy,
creamy load burst into Jake's rectum, making lubricant
for Dennis' softening cock. The older man fell upon
the younger boy.
"That was good. Goodnight, babe." Dennis muttered,
eyes fluttering.
Feeling cold and used, Jake slowly shut his eyes.
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Jake stared coldly at the wall, as the ceiling fan
slowly circulated above the cold Manhattan appartment.
A fresh glass of vodka sat on the glass table, with
Jake occasionally taking sipping it. Dennis was on a
movie set, and said he'd be home around 8. The clock
struck ten, and Jake once again redialed his cell
phone. Voicemail; Jake didn't bother leaving one. The
door to the apartment opened, as Dennis slowly
sauntered in.
"Where the hell have you been?" Jake asked, dressed
only in a pair of boxer briefs and a wifebeater.
"Calm down, princess. Shooting ran late, there was
nothing I could do." Dennis protested.
Jake looked at the ground, then looked back up to the
eyes of his partner.
"What the hell are those?" Jake asked, pointing to
red marks on Dennis' neck.
"These? Bug bites, Jesus." Dennis scoffed.
"Who is he?" Jake asked, tears welling.
"Ugh. I guess I better just get it over with, his
name is James. James Caviezel. We did Frequency
together, remember?That was a good movie. We're in
love Jake. I'm sorry." Dennis said.
"What the fuck do you call this then? This is a lot
more than lust." Jake responded.
"This is not more than lust, Jake. Telling me to
`screw foreplay' when we're making love doesn't
exactly equal love. You're a good fuck, Jake. James is
what I want long term. He's pure, unlike you." Dennis
shot back.
"You made me like I am! I was pure, I was god damn
angelic. You took me home and you fucked me. Who I am
today is a product of you, you made me this way." Jake
cried.
"I fucked you like the cheap slut you are and were
born to be. You were blowing your best friend in 5th
grade, Jake. For christ sake, you're nothing more than
a common whore." Dennis scowled.
Jake collapsed in emotion. Tears streamed down his
face, as he tried to hold back more.
"I think it's time for you to leave, Jake." Dennis
spoke softly.
Jake packed his things, including the bottle of vodka
he had been drinking from. He slowly descended the
stairs, and loaded his suitcases into a cab. He got
in, and sat quietly in the back.
"So, where to?" the cab driver asked.
"I'm not really sure." Jake responded.
THE END